"I awoke that morning

To a sudden clang of silence

A pallid morning light

Bleeding from dusk’s horizon

Some ersatz pyre

Mocking the glory of dawn

As I stepped outside

And the wind

Grew hot on my face

I knew what we had done"

We kindled poison suns

That we might strike first

And bathe in fire

To cleanse the earth

Of those we feared

Would cleanse us first

We violent children

That day I left

My withered home

As the ashes

Of our citiеs and our dead

Were bornе on pyre wind

To touch the livid sky

And strangle the sun

And starve the life

From all those who yet remain

We violent children

Have set our small blue world aflame

No trees, no warmth, no life

No sun, no stars, no light

Q: The heavens are emptied

Why have you forsaken us?

A: Your darkness fills the sky

Why have you forsaken yourselves?

Forsaken, forsaken

Vespero mundi expectando